Mrs. Matthews, mainly because it makes me think of his mother and ages me about ten years in my opinion. I stay astride him, his softening cock inside of me as I look down into his beautiful face.
He lifts his hands, both of them cupping my breasts, feeling their heavier weight no doubt. “Love you, honey. Happiest man in the world right in this moment with you.”
Smiling down at him, I lick my lips. “Thank you for loving me through my… well, my everything.” I shrug.
“Nobody is perfect, Stephanie. Thank you for coming home to me.”
We don’t say anything else about it. Slowly, he shifts out from beneath me, and I lie back down in bed. Ford covers me with the sheet and comforter before he makes his way to the bathroom. I hear the shower start just before I close my eyes.
This has become our morning routine. He wakes me before he goes to work for the day, we make love, then he lets me sleep and I get up a few hours later, make breakfast and call him in to eat with me.
I love this simple life and even after a year, it’s better than I could have ever imagined it. Ford was worried I would grow bored, but I know that I won’t. I’ve had the bright and shiny life. I’ve had the parties and constant attention and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Being on this ranch, visiting the greenhouse every morning, checking on the garden, and getting fresh eggs from the chicken coop, this is what I was missing, I just didn’t realize it. Not just the simple life, but the love of the man that was meant just for me. The family that we could have, the beauty of the world around me.
This is exactly what I have always wanted and didn’t know. It was right in front of my face, but I had to leave to make a few mistakes to appreciate it and now I do. There is no doubt about it, I appreciate every single part of this adventure with Ford.
FOURTEEN MONTHS LATER
FORD
I debate calling him.
I know he’d probably want to know, but I also know that Stephanie isn’t part of any of that anymore, thank fuck. Deciding to just do it, I take my phone out of my pocket and find his name.
“Baryshev,” he rumbles.
“Stephanie is pregnant again,” I announce.
My lips turn up into a smile just saying the words aloud. We weren’t sure if we should go down this road again. I’m almost thirty-eight and by the time the baby arrives, Stephanie will be thirty-seven, but fuck, I can’t deny that I’m on cloud nine at the thought of bringing another life into the world.
“Give her a hug for me, congratulations, papa,” he crows softly.
“Thanks, Kirill, I just figured you’d like an update.”
He chuckles. “I do, Ford. I appreciate it. Family is important and so is happiness. Is she happy?”
My eyes lift to the sight right out the back window. Stephanie has Josette, our one-year-old’s hand, she’s still wobbly on her feet, but Stephanie leans down and helps her pick a wildflower. I can hear her laugh as the wind carries it over to me.
Damion is sitting next to them on the grass, his husband at his side and their new baby in his lap as they watch my girls. Stephanie thought that when they no longer worked together, that they would drift apart, but they haven’t.
Damion and his husband were married out here on my ranch, a big gigantic to-do that I bitched about at the time, but once it was here, seeing their happiness, it made all the headache worth it. I would do anything to see my wife smile, fucking anything.
“She is, Kirill. So fuckin’ happy.”
“That’s what I wanted for her the moment that I saw her. I knew that Sebastian, that the life she was living, it didn’t make her happy. I could see it in her eyes, but you, Cowboy. You made her happy, just the thought of you.”
I don’t know what to say to respond to that, and thankfully Kirill doesn’t push me to say anything. He ends the call abruptly and I’m completely okay with that. Taking the two cups of water in my hands, I use my boot to open the door and allow it to slam closed behind me.
My girls look up at me, both smiling widely. “Dada,” Josette squeals as soon as she catches a glance of me.
Her